The Crime of the Orange Inspector

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“‘Adorbiez,’ I get it. They’re orb-shaped and they’re adorable. Funny!” The FDA inspector stopped rolling the navel orange in his palm when he realized the fruit vendor hadn’t congratulated him on his cleverness.

“Adorb was my great-grandfather’s name.”

“Oh — I mean — ”

“Nah, I’m just joshing,” the vendor cut across the fumbled apology and clapped a big…